Luyện nghe bài hát My Father's Shoes

Even now I see him walking at sundown
whistling rock of ages with his lunchbox at his side
I still recall the smell of smoke and ashes on his
And that factory dust was on his the afternoon he died

I swore I'd heed that factory whistle
In a cage I signed a loan against my future sins
All the neighbors my hand and wished me well upon my leaving
Though my father was a poor man he owned a of friends

So take boots that shine like Judas silver
And all these sad on lost untraveled roads
the rain falls on a field of bones and roses
Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in

My stroke was good, the fell fast and easy
I the sweat of honest men and took the lion's share
My wardrobe filled with shirts of silk and of tender leather
And I walked in them the halls of but found no comfort there

So take these boots that shine like silver
And all sad reflections on lost untraveled roads
While the rain falls on a field of and roses
me back my father's shoes and let me walk in those

Lady lay these boots upon the
'Cause lady now I I'll never wear this pair again
I meant to stand up and tall, it never was that easy
Now soles are stained from walking on the dreams of better men

So take these boots that shine Judas silver
And all these sad on lost untraveled roads
While the rain falls on a field of bones and
Give me back my shoes and let me walk in those